Up, Up and Away

This week in Gunnison.

Dave is teaching for the county here.  We went really-really-really almost-above-the-timberline high to get here, over Monarch Pass.  Here is a sign Dave saw in the county building:

I am visiting lots of wedding sites and www.marthastewart.com greets me with a countdown each time I log in, which I have to say does not really thrill me.

So, like 75 days now…actually less.  Luckily, though, Ryan and Tredessa are having a small family wedding, so we should be able to pull it off.  I mean I have got all the talent in the world in my fam!

In other wedding news ::

Elise-the-Niece is getting married to Matt in 11 days.

This gorgeous beauty will be at my house, along with little Miss Sawyer by the time we get home.  All the way from hot-hot-hot Texas!

Better bring a sweater, Stef.

Dave and Tara are celebrating their 8th anniversary today.

Love your love, my sweets.  8 very, very good years.

Rocky and Jovan will celebrate their 5th anniversary Friday.

Five beautiful years for two gorgeous lovers!  Congrats, my sweets!

So

I am catching up on reading and writing and organizing my computer files and photos and downloading video and editing video and getting room service every morning.  From Dave.

And I have suddenly realized I want to start thinking ahead to:

Yes.  It is time.

UPDATE 9/14/11 :: Apparently rain in Denver = snow in elevations over 10,000 feet.  Living in Colorado this long I should know that, yet am here, expecting up to 6″ of snow tonight, in flip-flops and a hoodie.  Hehe.

Summer Songs

A pretty random playlist.

They are all connected by being songs I thoroughly enjoy listening to as I drive around on a summer afternoon or evening.  A little jazz, a little country, a little bubblegum pop (The Patridge Family, big smile!) and mostly oldies.  Mostly.

Lovin’ summer, as always.  High today?  87-sweet-degrees.  Sunny and maybe a late afternoon thundershower.  Drink up, garden!

 


Get a playlist!

 

MOVIES : : I have added to the list

There are movies I like that are in their whole own grouping.

I didn’t realize this list was so long until I actually started typing it.  And I am not sure how to classify it, or what to call it.

This particular grouping – In common::

1:: They are movies that I saw with people I love when I was able to just take a break and get in to the story.

2:: They are period pieces, historical, but in a very recent sense.

3:: They have a message that touches my heart, and indeed may actually express something of the deep parts of my very soul.  There is something in each that carries a sensibility I was born in to,  a value I hold close to this day.  And something that inspires me for the rest of my days on earth.

4:: There is almost always furniture or wallpaper or some accessory that one of my grandparents had in their houses.  Or that my family owned, a hand-me-down, perhaps, or used, but useful item.

5:: And I love the characters and the colors and the accurate depiction of the time of which they speak.  There is nothing worse to me than having a hippie (late 60s, early 70s) have a Rubik’s Cube (extremely late 70s) in their hands.  Tsk, people.

6:: Oh, and the movie will almost always have a music track I just really love.

Basically, there is something of these movie I recognize and wholly relate to because of the times in which I have lived.  Now Grace of My Heart {1996}, the quintessential inside-my-soul movie is very much like these in some ways, but is also kind of like its’ entirely whole category, so I didn’t list it.   Here goes:

To Kill a Mockingbird, {1962}

Field of Dreams {1989}

Driving Miss Daisy {1989}

Avalon {1990}

Fried Green Tomatoes {1991}

A League of their Own {1992}

Corinna, Corinna {1994}

Shawshank Redemption {1994}

The Green Mile {1999}

The Notebook {2004}

More recently, Julie, Julia {2009}

To this list I am now adding The Help. {2011}

No Spoilers, no worries.

1:: Did I love it?  I totally did!  I saw it with Dave and Stormie, Tredessa and Ryan.  First movie in a while because of a little thing I like to call Heaven Fest.  I was ready, Qdoba in hand!

2:: My French teacher at Hammond High School (1976) told us many stories of her “mammy” who raised her on their North Carolina Plantation and explained that was just how “things were done.”  Growing up in the 1960s, I have strong remembrances of the Civil Rights movement.  At school, we watched some of Martin Luther King Jr.’s speeches and I remember the sinking feeling I got when I heard he’d been killed.  The flags were at half-mast and after the pledge of allegiance, our whole school observed a moment of silence.  It spoke to me in a roar.

3:: Messages…Forgiving your enemy is hard. Leaving the theater I thought that, even though the movie was about exposing the hypocrisy of white rule and unjust laws toward other human beings, even in this movie (from a book by the same name), the savior was the white girl.  A rich, white girl.  And – Hilly, the worst of them all, she really isn’t so different than any of us {me} when we are  crusading to get our way, our rights, our own viewpoint across.  I have been on the receiving end of that horrid religious superiority, and sadly, I have probably been a perpetrator.   And that is sad…

Best message in the movie, though?  The one that nearly made me cry every time?

You is kind.  You is smart.  You is important.

4:: I remember women still wearing those same netted hats to church, with gloves, when I was very small.  Oh yes I do.  You did not know I was that old, dod you???  The “house dresses,” the aprons, the “modern furniture”

5:: Emma Stone was awesome.  So were Viola Davis, Bryce Dallas Howard, Allison Janney and pretty much everyone else.  Great cast, great sets.  Pretty decent accents, too.

6:: The music in this one didn’t stand out to me a lot, yet.  But we’ll see as I watch it again.  Maybe it was just so perfect it was part of the whole movie-loving thing.   Oh wait – I do remember some Johnny Cash, a little Bob Dylan and oh, Ray Charles!!  And?  I was singing along to “Victory Today is Mine” in the church scene (yes, sang it in church many times in my life).  Hmmm…I think it must be a great soundtrack.  Now I am excited to go back and see!

I relate to the movie.  I connected with it.  I cried several times and a lot at the end – probably more than anyone else because of the “writing” thing.  And I never cry at movies.  I won’t spoil.  I just loved it.

Go see!

 

30 Years in the Making

O, um…found in drafts…and just a week or 2  or so late. :)

So, we met, August 1978 in Minot, ND.  And we flirted, but there were other things/people/stuff (??, as if).

Then I moved back home and we wrote letters, mostly in the summer, but there were lots of sweet letters over the course of 2+ years. I love that you kept all of mine and wish I had kept yours, too.

Then I moved back to Minot and we flirted some more, but you were unavailable.

This is Dave preaching in chapel at Northwest Bible College just a few weeks before we started dating.  This is Tara and I just a couple of weeks later.

Then, when I thought you were still unavailable (right after your graduation), you asked me over to watch a Rock Hudson movie.  And you sort of made your availability known.

It was NOT Rock’s best movie (“Man’s Favorite Sport”). But it turned out to be a fun night, anyway.  I think there was some Barry Manilow involved…

And we hung out late nights after you got off the radio (KHRT) and you’d call me at the office frequently.  Or drop by – pretty much a lot.  And it was a whirlwind.

And 3 weeks later, you said you wanted to marry me.  And surprisingly your family thought that was fine.  Mine was on the fence, but after they met you, they liked you better than me, anyway.

And 59 days after the first date that I didn’t know was a date, we went to Wimbledon, ND and Dr. Gough married us.  I was wearing my cousin Shellie’s dress and none of my family was there, but you were my new family: me and you and Tara.

My co-worker Elaina, had just thrown a whole bag of rice down my dress.  Wimbledon, ND

And then we were us and we had a truckload of kids.  A girl, another girl and then another.  Baby dedications were regular celebrations!  Finally got that boy before we gave him a baby sister.  We lived all the way from Minot to Kokomo and then to Sioux City and then to Norfolk, NE, where we moved in June the year Stormie (who wrote us a sweet anniversary blog) had just turned one.  Then we landed in Denver – home!

Look!  Through relentless determination and commitment to the pursuit, we got a boy (baby number 4)!

I did my best to be the “sober” pastor’s wife I’d been charged to be when Dave was ordained.  Not my best life’s assignment!.

And besides lots of kids, lots of life and love and wow-did we laugh and dream and grow??!!

Um, yeah.  I don’t have any idea what this silly picture was about.  My mom took it.  It was the 80s.

And there were hard times, too, some disappointments and regret and times we were afraid we’d end up like everyone else.

Me with baby number 3; Dave with baby number 3 (July 1983)

But we made our choices and did them on purpose, together.  It was always all about together. And then we didn’t end up like everybody else.   It was waaaaaaaaay better.

And we made it.  We did!  We beat the odds together. Just like the Shania Twain song.

And I love you still.

Happy Anniversary, honey.

est. 1981

NOTE TO YOUNG MARRIEDS: Try to get in pictures together.  You are all doing well with the arm shot in this digital age, but be sure when you look back over 30 years of pictures that you are not just seeing mom with all the kids or dad with all the kids over and over and over.  And yes, I am speaking from experience!

With a sign the kids made us when they “decorated” our yard late one night.  Sweet.

NOTE: The “graininess” was from the photos being in their album covers.  Shoulda took them out, I guess.

Who Says You Can’t Go Home Again?

The basement apartment in Des Moines, Iowa (1959); the Washington Street Apartment (Joe and Tim show up 1961 and 1963); 1310 York Street, just two houses down from Grandma and Grandpa Baker; then the beloved 1723 York Street across the alley from Nancy Lydon (Tami and Danny are born, 1965 and 1966); the Jersey Ridge Road house in Davenport (1971); then the brand new house we built at 5506 North Howell (1972); the corner parsonage in Cedar Rapids (1973); a parsonage right next to the church in Robert, Louisiana (1975); Finally – 4995 ROOSEVELT PLACE IN GARY (1977) - the last of the houses where we all, Ross-the-Boss, Mrs. Moss and all the Little Landers, dwelled together before leaving the sweet (Glen Park C of G parsonage) nest my parents had provided the 7 of us…

 

 

“I’ve been around the world and as a matter of fact”*

Dave and I have lived in a few places (Minot, ND; Kokomo, IN; Sioux City, IA; Norfolk, NE; Denver-forever), different houses.  And my parents have been all over since I left their home, too (Hobart, IN; Willard, OH; Richmond, IN; St Joe-MO; Butte, MT; Springfield, MO; back to St Joe-MO).  I visited my parents in their current digs in Saint Joe early in the year.  The house they are living in?  Not home.  No.   But my parents?  Wherever they land, is kinda home to parts of me.  I always need to know where they are and what their house looks like so I will know the space my heart is rambling about in.  Mom and dad are the fixed stars in my sky.  LOVE them!

God, it seems you’ve been our home forever; long before the mountains were born,

Long before you brought earth itself to birth,

from “once upon a time” to “kingdom come”—you are God.  Psalms

“Goin’ back to Indiana” ~ The Jackson 5

While we were at the Moslander Family Reunion last week in Chicago and Northwest Indiana, us old-timers took a late-afternoon,  impromptu drive through the old neighborhoods; saw places we had worked and schools we’d attended and the house we called home.  It is all the same, but so different.  The huge mountain spruce in the fron yard at 4995 Roosevelt Place, trimmed to above roofline and barely clinging to life now, was once a full, thick, green privacy wall between the house and street.  There are pictures there of my brothers in their graduation attire and even my babies running on the lawn from way back when.  The juniper has all been removed in favor of more manageable potted flora.  The dings Tim and my other brothers put into the side of the house playing baseball in the 70′s are still there, a testament to long summer days spent with a bat and ball in hand.

And we actually were just a few blocks from the Jackson family home in Gary, Indiana, btw!

The streets of Gary used to be positively frightening during business hours, the traffic heavier than the city had prepared for.  The business district I used to drive is nearly a ghost town.  Boarded up windows and abandoned buildings everywhere, yet minutes away, there are still quiet neighborhoods with established lawns and trees.  You can buy a beautiful brick bungalow for $15,000 (the for sale signs made of cardboard and black marker) there on an empty street.  The same would cost 1.3 million in Denver.

“Who says you can’t go home again?” ~ Bon Jovi*

Surprisingly, standing there in the old yard, looking at the house in conjunction with neighboring homes and recalling old times and people from the past, it didn’t seem smaller.  Often you’ll return to a childhood haunt and you’ll just feel like, “Wow-this seems so small now.”  But that wasn’t the case at the Roosevelt Street house, the last home we all shared under one roof, the place my kids remember going to see Grandma and Grandpa Moslander.  It really didn’t seem smaller. 

It just seemed like: wow-how did this house ever hold all the life and loud love and laughter and memory and family and patio swimming in a 12-foot pool and Uno, all the huge bags full of 19-cent White Castle burgers after church ball games, or Bronco’s Pizza with 5 pounds of melted, dripping, greasy cheese, and church friends and Lake-effect wind and graduations and marriages and teen-agers and letter writing and boyfriends and girlfriends and Lake-effect snow and family altar and family feuds and kids and toys and books and WGN afternoon movies with our first color TV, first jobs and rusted out cars and Tip Top and Bible study and early morning prayer and first grandchildren and the first few spouses and all the rest of living that the Moslander family brought to it? 

How on earth did this modest house on this unicorporated county street handle all that? 

And it yet stands as a testament.

The Moslanders were here June 1977 – Spring 1990.  And again in June 27, 2011.  We were here.

* LOVE Bon Jovi’s song, “Who Says You Can’t Go Home Again?”  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abzbVFuxigg

Summer Bible Reading June 26 – July 2

I am in northwest Indiana today. It is the part of Indiana not in Indiana time zone, but actually part of the greater Chicago-land area? You know that part?

Moslander Family Reunion!

I woke up this morning (it is an hour later here than home) and started listening to the audio Bible on www.biblegateway.com to wake up gently, when Tara shook me from my good times with, “Do you realize what time it is?!?”  I keep forgetting about that lost hour!  Geesh.

So, as for all the rest of you, keeping up on my plan for the summer is a challenge, but it so worth it – even the catch-up days!  So worth it!  Hang in there, everybody!

This past week:

Wow.  As much as I adore and love Romans 8, I wonder how much more weird and confusing Paul could have been in Romans 7???  Geez-Louise!  Yet, on the topics he covered, I would be talking in those same circles, I fear!  The Book of Romans…I HAVE to read it again before the end of the summer and then I’ll be back!

Psalm 27.13-14, I will take this!  It is mine.  But I will share, too:

I remain confident of this:

I will see the goodness of the LORD

in the land of the living.

Wait for the LORD;

be strong and take heart

and wait for the LORD.

Psalm 34 is an thoroughly encouraging, full-of-truth and crazy-great-hope Psalm which includes the most amazing, rich declarations including:

…I sought the LORD, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears. {even just my fears}

…Fear the LORD, you his holy people, for those who fear him lack nothing.  {I have everything I need}

…The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous, and his ears are attentive to their cry {He hears me}

…The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles.  {all!}

…The righteous person may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all {ALL!}

And those are just a few.

NEXT UP for the  week of June 26

1 & 2 Corinthians and Psalms 35 – 46

Because of reunion, I may or may not be a few days behind.  But I’ll catch up.  You will, too!

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly.  In me, too!  :)

Richly – this week’s Bible Reading for the Summer of ’11

June 19-25′s Reading:  The whole book of Romans and Psalms 24-34

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reading the new testament and psalms for summer

Summer Reading Plan:: CLICK HERE &/or HERE!

This is going to be an exciting week!  Romans!  Romans has 16 really crazy-deep-and-good chapters, so it is 2 per day + an extra here or there.  And basically a Psalm or two daily.

From this past week?

“Everything they do is done for people to see”  Jesus’ indictment against the Pharisees,  and the teachers of the law regarding hypocrisy in Matthew 23.

Wow.  That is hard.  Because the minute you become an “up-front” person, the second you get the ministry-title (pastor-teacher-evangelist-prophet-apostle-women’s ministry leader-Heaven Fest director-COO of WWM-group leader-ministry supervisor, whatever), you are sure targeted to start believing your own press when the adversary starts patting you on the back.  God, deliver us from ourselves and from thinking we have “a place” because we are above or beyond others and from putting guilt, condenmation, rejection, religious burdensomeness and general religious crap on people.  God, help us.

Vain worship.  Jesus does not play around with it.  I would hate, at the end of all things, for my worship to have been in vain.  Matthew 15.3-9

The Psalms…I love them.  They are not just lighthearted sing-song pleasantries.  They struggle with the heart-issues.  Psalm 15 is one of the most difficult.  Lord, who may dwell in your Presence?  The answer is hard to live.  Psalm 19, an homage to the beauty and life-giving nature of the Word of God.  Deep prayers, “Keep your servant from willful sins, may they not rule over me,” and “May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing in Your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.”  Really, truly a prayer of my life.

My summer theme:

Pondering

[AMP] Let the word [spoken by] Christ (the Messiah) have its home [in your hearts and minds] and dwell in you in [all its] richness

[CEB] The word of Christ must live in you richly

[GW] Let Christ’s word with all its wisdom and richness live in you

[The Message] Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives.

[NLT] Let the message about Christ, in all its richness, fill your lives

She was born on an exquisite day just like today…

Happy Birthday, Tredessa!

 

Dessy, Dessa, Tre-Tre, Dessy-Pooh-Pie – all names for the exotic, dark haired beauty who arrived just days before a most lovely summer in 1983.  You were christened and accessorized in a  wardrobe of sunshine-yellow and an earlier, milder form of Jeanie-green to set you apart, I suppose, from the lots-of-pink we already had in the family.  You were baby-girl-number-three (thus, Tre) and I knew from the first moment I had alone with you, something very different, quite extraordinary and alluring lay there in my arms.  The eyes, even at birth, showed an intensity of spirit; yet there seemed to reside in you, even as a tiny bundle, a quiescent repose, a knowing restfulness.

Everything about you has proven these inklings to be so.  You excel in so much, baby-girl.  The time God spent knitting you together in my womb, was a favor I cannot hope to comprehend.  So lucky you are mine.

             

You were born to…

We were kids.  You arrived before our second anniversary.  Dad was playing church softball and I was involved in women’s ministeries and of course youth group with dad.  There were family walks and bicycles-around-the-block.  1106 S Armstrong in Kokomo, so much love and ice cream in the charcoal-colored house.  So much togetherness.  Garage sales with Miss Faye and dressing you so cute with intense colors because your hair and complexion were sufficient for them.  Playing in the pool in the backyard.  Hot summer days and sweet nights with our little family.  You arrived to happiness and love and gratefulnes that you came.

Words for your birthday

This is your “birthday card” from your mama who loves you and really couldn’t fit all the words I want to say in a whole album of photos of you.  Love you, sweet-pea.  I hope this birthday is the best you have ever had…yet.

Tredessa Rhoades on her birthday

           

PS to Ryan ~ Do you realize how blessed you are to see what you see?  To know her as you do?  You must be very special to God, indeed.  You have found treasure!

This week’s read: Matthew 15-28 and Psalms 12-22

June 12 – 18

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Reading through the New Testament and Psalms, Summer 2011

Reading Matthew 15-28 and Psalms 12-22 this week.  That is a total of 14 NT chapters (2 daily) and 11 Psalms (1-2 daily).   

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This past week, the kick-off 

{CLICK HERE if you wonder what I am talking about}

Yeah!  Some of you joined me.  Joining anything takes effort, so I applaud you!  Thank-you.  You are keeping me accountable, too!  Come on, Tami, Dave, Stef, Joe & Robin (??), mom, Stormie, Heather, Marilyn and Dawn: hold my feet to the flame!

Biggest Challenge:

Slowing down to let it sink in.  It is really not that much to read at once, or especially if you are separating it into the morning and evening readings, as is a more traditional, high-church approach in daily meditations.  I actually read all of the first 11 Psalms at least 3 times, some, more.  I need to learn to stop, meditate, think them through, sloooooooooooooooooooooow down.  Yes, I do!

What I am taking away ~

The very final words of Matthew 14 just exploded in an almost-summary of this whole Jesus story, didn’t they?

“…And all who touched Him, were healed.” 

Wow!

Also diggin’ on Matthew 13, which is all about being a {backyard} farmer like myself with the Parable of the Sower, the Parable of the Weeds and the Parable of the Mustard Seed.  When the disciples asked Jesus why He spoke in parables, he explained,

“Because the knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of heaven has been given to you…”

That is where I learn all the secrets of the kingdom – when I am planting and weeding and sowing seed in the garden. 

As for the Psalms, I just have always loved the third chapter -

But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, the One who lifts my head high. I call out to the LORD, and he answers me from his holy mountain. I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.

Followed shortly thereafter by Psalm 5.12, that favorite scripture that says, “Surely. LORD, You bless the bless the righteous; You surround them with Your favor as with a shield.”

I am surrounded by the cover-shield of the force-field of the love of God.  Don’t mess with me.

What did you read/love/take away/want to keep?

I am off this morning to do a Heaven Fest Sunday in Dacono at New Horizons Christian Church with my buddies Glenn & Linette Bellew, where I will get to invite people to volunteer or hook us up with materials to keep those costs down, because, every. single. dollar. we get. from parking AND tickets – is being. given. away!  Jesus, help us!  There are 7 “Heaven Fest Sundays” going on around the metro-area this morning.  That is crazy favor from God with the fam, gotta love the Household of Faith! www.heavenfest.com

Summer Reading Plan

2 Timothy 3.16-17 All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.

For fun and for LIFE, here is where I will be this summer.  Want to join me?

Reading the New Testament and Psalms through this summer.

This is reading 410 chapters of Bible over the course of June, July, August and wrapping up the week of Labor Day.  It averages to slightly more than 4 chapters a day, or more  specifically, 2-3 chapters of NT daily, plus almost 2 of the Psalms each day of the week.  That is just averaging.

I know summer seems a weird time to pick up a “plan,”to start somthing that you are committing to when we usually see this time as our ”lazy days,” (although who has time to be lazy ever these tdays??).  But don’t you also hate getting to the end of a “season” and find that it was wasted, that you didn’t get everything from it you could have?

The busier I am, the more I need the life-giving Word of the Living God to be in me, to actually live in me…

Colossians 3.16  Let the Word of Christ dwell in you richly.

 

Russian sage.

Ideas on fitting it in

  1. Get up an hour earlier.  This is my plan.  The cool of the morning is a lovely time for the Word.
  2. Skip the summer reruns  on TV and take that last hour before sunset to sit outside and read and refresh.
  3. Raed the NT through the week and drink up the Psalms on the weekends.
  4. Read aloud.  You are supposed to read to your kids anyway.  How about reading the scriptures aloud to them?  Faith come by hearing and hearing by the Word of God, don’t be surprised when you actually start to be increased in faith by your own reading.  Preach it! 
  5. Listen to the audio Bible on the way to work, or during a walk.  www.biblegateway.com has it for free.  www.youversion.com, too.  The Bible is readily available free of charge!
  6. Schedule it in like everything else we do for the summer: play dates, ball games, vacation days, picnics, small group.

Then?

Meditate on it throughout the day.  At the end  of each week (or on Sunday), write yourself a few quick notes of what God’s Word did in your heart the past week.

Jeremiah 15.16   When your words came, I ate them;  they were my joy and my heart’s delight, for I bear your name, LORD God Almighty.

The plan.

WEEK OF

June 5 Matthew 1-14; Psalms 1 – 11

June 12 Matthew 15 – 28; Psalms 11 – 22

June 19 Romans; Psalms 23 – 34

June 26 1 & 2 Corinthians; Psalms 35 – 46

July 3  Mark; Psalms 47 – 58

July 10 Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians; Psalms 59 – 70

July 17 1 & 2 Thessalonians, 1 & 2 Timothy, Titus and Philemon; Psalms 71 – 82

July 24 Luke 1 -12; Psalms 83 – 94

July 31 Luke 13 – 24; Psalms 95 – 106

August 7 Acts 1-14; Psalms 107 – 118

August 14 Acts 15 – 28; Psalms 119 – 124

August 21 Hebrews, James, 1 & 2 Peter; Psalms 125 – 133

August 28 John, 1, 2 & 3 John, Jude; Psalms 134 – 142

September 4 Revelation; Psalms 143 – 150

Hebrews 4.12  For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.

It is about 20 minutes a day, I’d say, reading at a leisurely pace (I just meandered through Matthew 1-5 and Psalm 1-5 in about 30 minutes).  Just think what a great meal we’ll have enjoyed in the next 90 days!

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Want to join me?  Want to?  Come on.  You know you do! 

Ready?  Set.  GO!